Bad poetry – Boadicea's Chariot

All written on location

Now, where is this located?
Although I’m not sure where
And although I’ve never met you,
I know you’ve all been there.

It’s colour scheme? Unusual.
From pinks to deepest blues
And although it has no windows
It offers lots of views.

It has no grounds or gardens
But gardeners here abound
And their horticultural influence
Is spread the world around.

Inside, the depth of learning
Is plain where ‘ere you look
But within its confines
You’ll not find a single book.

So where is this located?
If you don’t know quite where
Here is a simple anagram
Solve this: Dice boot as chair

The sky at night

Angels and seraphs? What the fuck,

I’d rather see a flying duck

or skein of geese in squadron flight

I’m not a one for black of night.

I’d like to see the night in colour,

less twinkling Mozart, more Fats Waller,

and glowing ships with seven sails,

fluorescent fish with flashing tails.

In an old house in Brooklyn (where the Dodgers once played),
Lived two spinsters with int’resting ways.
They’d take single old men as lodgers who paid,
Then hasten the end of their days. Continue reading “Charity Begins at Home”

Fast Bizz (lunch is for wimps)

We’re your friends, we’re your friends
We’re your friends to the bitter end (the bitter end)

If you need to transact
We’ll be on your case
Right to the death
We’ll send you to the right place
We’re friends with every financial institution of the human race
In – fact – we – never – met – a – CEO – we – didn’t – hate
(DIDNNN’TT HATE)- we – didn’t – hate Continue reading “Fast Bizz (lunch is for wimps)”